Madame bowed sweetly, yet with an aroused sparkle.
"Humph!" said Ramsey, watching the boat back out and lay her course for Island Thirty-five, "I'd have done as they did, either of them." She stepped into the freshening breeze.
The inquirer's eyes rested on her, bluer than ever.
"Don't you propose to collect?" he asked.
"Most certainly not!" sang Ramsey at full height.
"Not a sou," said madame, looking about in grand amusement. "Not a pic-ah-yune—hoh!"
"But she's going back into yo' hands?"
"My 'an's," said madame.
"And you'll never sell her?"
"Can't!" laughed Ramsey, with eyes ahead.